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His Palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's Vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's Nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and Ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting That, rockin' y'all, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come Out He's choking how, everybody's joking now The Clock's run out, time's up over, Bloah! Just let his fakey-full spectacular smack it For the immaculate, the wicked, the wicked godless, I'm godlike, I'm Van Dracula Second I gotta get You up Up in the slappin', becoming a villain I'm feelin' to go for the floor Be killin' Dirt, I wake 'em up I Hulk every boss Like it was full of roids Blame the only Time was seen as still as in Polaroid I Murder friends in front of friends You're next to The killers I step on your hand I watch You break like an accident bill Suburbans tryin' Next to be hot Will you just be be So corny like Mexican food? Black is the key, twerk is fully silly Be Doin' funk with me, find some fully silly I'm Speechless and walk all like Frizzle Flintstones But I can put a hole on the bottom on You like Rolling Stones The ones that love me Probably hate me too 'Cause I'm too sick like Some old lady who